Etgar was born into slaughtering and finds comfort in the iron like smell
of flowing crimson liquid. This tale however is a bit darker than the
humble beginning of working at a slaughterhouse.
The horrors of Serin had taken their toll on his family. Etgar had to sever
ties fairly early with his father. This climaxed with an impromptu chopping
block outside of town and more strikes with a butcher's knife than Etgar
would ever admit. This killing however was more dutiful, unlike the twisted
murders his mother would commit soon after.
The father was a proud man and went to the forest quickly when plague had
found him. News of this blight would spoil the butcher's reputation so he
ordered his boy to take care of his mother and use a downed tree as a
chopping block. Handing the cleaver and resting his neck on the fallen
tree, the last words of Etgar's father were, "Do it quickly and leave
everything, your mother would not be able to handle you getting sick as
well". The scene was messy but Etgar understood this sacrifice staining the
forest.
Something broke in Etgar's mother. News of this family secret left her mute
to all but Etgar. She blamed everyone for her husband. This blame turned
to hate, hate turned to murder and murder turned to bathing in the blood of
the innocent. A second act of parricide came after his mother tried to
drown Etgar in blood.
Rather than admitting his mother had twisted into a serial killer, or that
her own life ended violently, Etgar said plague had gotten her. That rumor
was enough to end the inquiry and the family trade.
Magic had been an escape from his past. Study and discipline are helpful
but not enough to remove all the marks of tragedy or to change one's value
of life. Love of the smell of iron and digging up lost lore had led Etgar
to studying in the dirt with an affinity for the earth itself. Despite
doing well with magic, a yearning to snuff life was ever present.
Never to forget blood grits cooked in his youth, and preferring the cut of a
blade, Etgar took to the teachings of Davairus, the God of Blood. Leaving
tribute by soaking the soil with the lifeblood of Serin and placing a bloody
cloak upon the altar of Davairus, Etgar hoped to gain favor with his dark
Lord.
Maybe Etgar had taken on a bit more of his mother's persona, a trail of
death following this dark hearted practitioner, but after everything, Etgar
is still just the son of a butcher.
Description:
Specks of what looks like dirt are peppered in the long beard of this skinny
man. Light tan layers of dust rest upon high cheekbones and a crooked nose.
Reddish clay has settled in the cracks of his hands and the crow's feet near
his gray marbled eyes. Sandy brown hair is wildly unkempt and even has
clumps of dried mud. Darker brown pieces seem more concentrated on his
limbs and content near his hands, elbows, knees, and toes. A sun-baked
tablet engraved with runes makes up the cover of his spellbook.
Then resurrect him. He was friendly with his deity and spread the word of Davairus, what was not to like.
This character took a good number of deaths adorning the altar with implants of pain, tried convincing followers of other deities to place items on your altar in trade for enchantments and was a little cultish in his quest to reach the reputation limit (did not reach it). Maybe unfinished business.
Also killed by a Dark-Knight whilst standing naked in a graveyard and did not get one comment or question there.
The kill was nothing personal. I've been feeding Mourneblade souls (I've already collected three), and I don't think twice about reminding people to never let their guard down by engaging in random acts of violence.
Comfortable here in the underworld so I will tell you it is very hard to find a lawful bow using devotee of Davairus. Most rangers go chaotic and no one else really uses bows.
I was sad when I found out it was an evil bow and you had to worship Dav or something like that to equip it, he showed it to me once. Never had any other interactions with him though.
What's this bow now? Some unique Dav gift based on fealty?
Grayden
0 , 0 , 0 .
The weapon was created to honour Davairus. I was enchanting weapons to adorn the altar and created the only +8 item I have ever created in a long time of being in Serin.
A crossbow of tyrannical slaughter that I believe was +8 hit +8 damage, it may have only been +8 damage (as I was able to do that later) but a teleport accident took that sacred bow and I begged the gods to save it. I could not even use bows, but I did not have the time to search winter for it (the teleport was a desperate action based on no time.
I was bestowed a title but hundreds of bows later the best I saw was a lucky +8 damage. I figured I would double my efforts if I found someone worthy.
This story ends like a knight in search of a fabled creature, sure I could have stuck it out longer, but it really felt like I was kicking a dead horse as I inched my way to a con death.
Etgar 0 , 0 , 0 . Then resurrect him. He was friendly with his deity and spread the word of Davairus, what was not to like.
Dwiggans 0 , 0 , 0 . Roll another. Yer style be good fer these realms. Militha 0 , 0 , 0 . The kill was nothing personal. I've been feeding Mourneblade souls (I've already collected three), and I don't think twice about reminding people to never let their guard down by engaging in random acts of violence. Etgar 0 , 0 , 0 . No worries, Davairus calls for blood and it was just good timing. Davairus 0 , 0 , 0 . Its my bad, I shouldve given you more interactions. I dont know any cool religion things, other than showing up and slaying you. Etgar 0 , 0 , 0 . Don't feel bad, I doubt any other deities out and about. Also you rain blood and that's been cool for a long time.
[reply to Davairus]This character took a good number of deaths adorning the altar with implants of pain, tried convincing followers of other deities to place items on your altar in trade for enchantments and was a little cultish in his quest to reach the reputation limit (did not reach it). Maybe unfinished business.
Also killed by a Dark-Knight whilst standing naked in a graveyard and did not get one comment or question there.
Etgar 0 , 0 , 0 . Comfortable here in the underworld so I will tell you it is very hard to find a lawful bow using devotee of Davairus. Most rangers go chaotic and no one else really uses bows.
[reply to Trillian]I would say this story is complete.
Etgar 1 , 0 , 0 . You were not worthy. Etgar 0 , 0 , 0 . To clarify the bow was orderly and anti-good. Probably also more powerful as a myth.
[reply to Savanti]Grayden 
0 , 0 , 0 . The weapon was created to honour Davairus. I was enchanting weapons to adorn the altar and created the only +8 item I have ever created in a long time of being in Serin.
[reply to Mogu]A crossbow of tyrannical slaughter that I believe was +8 hit +8 damage, it may have only been +8 damage (as I was able to do that later) but a teleport accident took that sacred bow and I begged the gods to save it. I could not even use bows, but I did not have the time to search winter for it (the teleport was a desperate action based on no time.
I was bestowed a title but hundreds of bows later the best I saw was a lucky +8 damage. I figured I would double my efforts if I found someone worthy.
[reply to Kalist19]
Long live the Blood God!
Good day and happy gaming.
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